About I am the Whistler
I Have a Pipe
And I’ve Come to Play
I am the fool on the hill
I come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
I am a rock, I am an island
I live for my dreams, and a pocket full of gold.
I’m waiting for the Angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
"I can’t live the buttoned down life like all of you! I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles! Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my cocky stride and musky odor - oh, I’ll never be the darling of the so-called ’City Fathers’ who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what’s to be done with this